I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
you're just mad because in the hogwarts world I'm Harry and you're Ron. get over it.
still drunk. talking shit to the doc drawing my blood. this has no upside
Just crossed the line from casual pregrame to public intoxication. Shotgunning in a bus shelter.
Just had the weirdest flashback. Did we buy melon, take it into the restaurant and try to make them give it to us as dessert?
Confidence is key. All I had to tell him is I'm drinking a bottle of wine and eating chocolate today to celebrate that I love myself. That's how you get a Valentine, my friend.
He acted like he was sleep fucking because I woke up to him screwing me in the middle of the night and he had is eyes closed and was mumbling things the whole time and wouldn't respond to me.
Is that even possible?
I called him by the wrong name to test him and he instantly stopped, rolled over and acted like he was still sleeping...I think he might break up with me tomorrow.
I.V.'s should just be available for purchase at Walmart. God I'm dehydrated.
Mom looked at me, frowned, and said "it makes me sad to see you drink before noon.." So i told her if she doesn't like it she needs to stop waking me up before noon.
So I walked in on her and she had taped her fingers together and was crying and was whispering something about "how humbling it is being in constant glove mode"
I still don't like him. I'm also filled with alcohol, so I'll revisit the statement in the morning.
My dad made a joke about you sending me strippers for valentine's day so clearly everything here is normal
Is this really the life I've chosen for myself?
I AM NOT LOSING TO SOME FICTIONAL CROSSDRESSER
He picked me up in Smart Car with the license plate “MYWHIP.” I think my ovaries shriveled up and died.
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